lirik lagu tyga - bang out
(verse)
hold up, money talk so you know what?
ain’t nothing to talk about, ye ain’t got enough
cuz rock star drugs break a b-tch heart, no love
emma watts, charlie sheen, f-ckin with no scrub
n-gg-s want connects, got no plugs
n-gg- say they high, got no buzz
popsicle n-gg-s wanna talk sh-t then say you froze up
young n-gg-s wanna pop pills, just po up
went on a bang, went on a bang
b-tches came for me and my n-gg- easy
threw that b-tch out, got that hoe one way
said she tryna stay, told that b-tch no way
that’s a preme n-gg-, b ripper, grim reaper
i don’t get mad b-tch, i just get even
t-raw magician, i don’t gotta trick or treat it
that ferrari california make a b-tch a believer
(hook)
million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
see you n-gg-s hatin, had to pull my chains out
make it rain even when it’s rained out
turn up, bang out
bang out, bang out
turn up, b-bang out
million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
see you n-gg-s hatin, had to pull my chains out
(verse)
met a b-tch last night, won’t believe it
f-ck her so hard, b-tch probably stopped breathing
killed the p-ssy, in the hotel screamin
knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
the room, keep it
i f-cked now i don’t need it
t-raw s-m-n splattered on a b-tch beaver
pipe dreamin, f-ckin with a real baller
the b-tch is a b-tch so i’m gon call er
then they act up, call the backup
don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
b-tch shut up, throw it up, i throw the set up
tell her sit up, got her face down, b-tch don’t put yo head up
yea, bitin on er ear
got a old b-tch, p-ssy like souvenir
i hop up in it, n-gg- i ain’t never scared
closet full of straps and the condom right here
what i got?
(hook)
million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
see you n-gg-s hatin, had to pull my chains out
make it rain even when it’s rained out
turn up, bang out
bang out, bang out
turn up, b-bang out
million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
see you n-gg-s hatin, had to pull my chains out
(verse)
beef on the street, to the beach i be rollin
never see me strollin, 40’s i be holdin
girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
rolled up my windows as i turned on my ac
rollin down french, i don’t see the hoes jockin
sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
my stereo’s b-mpin that atl funk
you can call it what you want
either way the sh-t b-mp
i’m a evil motherf-cker ready to tear sh-t up
i’mma put these things on you and never let up
see my mama, she was home when i was born
bet a n-gg- like to eat sh-t than never been born
but i ain’t going out unless 30 n-gg-s die
i’m dyin anyway so i’m thinkin suicide
shut the f-ck up n-gg- cuz you ain’t seen sh-t
i’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip
a b-tch is a b-tch
so if i’m poor or rich
i talk in the exact same pitch
now the t-tle of b-tch don’t apply to all women
but all women have a little b-tch in em
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